Christmas Truce

 To a hundred years ago

In that 1914 snow.

Cold and frost made mud a ground

And men rose up all around.

The lines of death forgotten

Even those that were rotten

Were placed with care in the grave

When Christ once more ruled that day.

Men sang, drank, and prayed

To celebrate in a way

The day silent night rang out

Closing man’s war throughout

When the guns, gas, and the bombs

Were made quite with a Tannenbaum